When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Dennis was in Toledo, Spain for a day. It had it’s own magic to it from the fortress that watched the city on a hill to the cathedrals, monasteries, and bridges. Everywhere he turned everything seemed perfectly picturesque. The food, of course, in Spain was a highlight. It wouldn’t have been Dennis if food wasn’t involved in some way. Dennis was traveling on foot down the path headed down from fortress Alcázar de Toledo when he took a turn down one of the winding streets of the city. It was so very easy to get lost here and without speaking a lick of Spanish, he just kind of grinned, nodded and spoke in that annoying way English speakers do thinking that speaking louder and slower will make it easier to understand. It didn’t take him long to find a snack store and with food in hand he continued to lose himself in Spain.
Was he at all concerned he’d never find his way back to his friends or that he would never see his family again? Not really? He figured he could always dive into one of the inconspicuous wizarding shops along the way to use the flo network. Some were well disguised. You had apothecaries that only seemed to sell wizarding ingredients and potions that came in glass vials. Others were not so good at hiding, at least to a wizard’s eyes. He didn’t recognize the Spanish but he did recognize the smell of butter beer that radiated out of one restaurant. Not to mention cleaning supply stores with fancy brooms.
Down the winding streets he went, therefore, feeling braver than perhaps a boy alone in a foreign country should. He really didn’t understand how anyone avoided getting hit by these motorized vehicles muggles used in the narrow streets as he mindlessly wondered around. His ears perked up when he heard music start to fill the air. It was faint at first but as he followed the sound, it got louder and louder and was coming from an indoor venue. His interest peaked, he went inside the establishment and sat at a hightop table. After convincing the waitress that his familia was coming, he was allowed to sit and enjoy the band. It was a 4 piece band with a drummer, bassist, keyboardist, and a guitarist/lead singer. He didn’t understand any of the songs they played and, not being a muggle, even if he understood what they were singing, he didn’t think he’d understand the songs they were covering or if they were original. He sat there for a long while and as the band took a break he finished his juice and had ordered a second when someone caught his eye.
Was he at all concerned he’d never find his way back to his friends or that he would never see his family again? Not really? He figured he could always dive into one of the inconspicuous wizarding shops along the way to use the flo network. Some were well disguised. You had apothecaries that only seemed to sell wizarding ingredients and potions that came in glass vials. Others were not so good at hiding, at least to a wizard’s eyes. He didn’t recognize the Spanish but he did recognize the smell of butter beer that radiated out of one restaurant. Not to mention cleaning supply stores with fancy brooms.
Down the winding streets he went, therefore, feeling braver than perhaps a boy alone in a foreign country should. He really didn’t understand how anyone avoided getting hit by these motorized vehicles muggles used in the narrow streets as he mindlessly wondered around. His ears perked up when he heard music start to fill the air. It was faint at first but as he followed the sound, it got louder and louder and was coming from an indoor venue. His interest peaked, he went inside the establishment and sat at a hightop table. After convincing the waitress that his familia was coming, he was allowed to sit and enjoy the band. It was a 4 piece band with a drummer, bassist, keyboardist, and a guitarist/lead singer. He didn’t understand any of the songs they played and, not being a muggle, even if he understood what they were singing, he didn’t think he’d understand the songs they were covering or if they were original. He sat there for a long while and as the band took a break he finished his juice and had ordered a second when someone caught his eye.
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
It was fucking cold.
Rina had complained extensively to Don Mateo Saravia, one of the spectres in her mamá’s hotel, about the stupid fucking predicament she was in. Her favourite jean jacket was not going to suffice in this weather! What the hell was Spain’s skies even thinking!? Even dumber, it was raining, which put a huge damper on her mood. Her hair didn’t have the same pizzazz to it when it was slicked to her head as if she were a wet cat.
Don Mateo told her that back in his day, they had the plague to worry about instead of stuff like rainy days.
— Ay, cállate. Oh, shut up. — Rina rolled her eyes. She hopped off of the bench she’d been seated on and stared up at the blurry skylight above the hotel’s atrium. She’d need her jodida fucking/bloody bomber jacket, which was super ugly but probably necessary given the downpour. Luckily, it was behind the reception desk with all her school things. She traded her jean jacket for the bomber jacket, grimaced at how heavy it was on her arms that yearned for the sun, and she bent down to make sure the laces on her boots were extra-tight.
With yet another roll of her eyes, she decided she might as well hop on her bici bicycle and have a gander at some of the jewellery shops. When she was in Cádiz, pocketing various rings and trinkets was one of her favourite pastimes, and she figured it would be a totally banging time to try that instead of linger in the boring hotel with its boring customers or lurk in a boring museum with something like historical artefacts in it.
She headed outside, squinted in the rain and hopped on her trusty little bici. She pedalled as fast as she could, laughing wildly as she raced past tourists with gigantic suitcases. As annoying as the frigid rain was, the wind whipping around her still felt just perfect.
What was more perfect was honestly just being back after a totally horrible first term at that stupid French school. Rina didn’t even speak French! She refused to learn, at this point. Fuck her dad for making her go there. Why wasn’t there a school for witches in Spain, anyway? Or literally any country that spoke Spanish. Escucha las palabras de las brujas ‘Listen to the words of the witches’, a reference to a meme and all, right?
The disdain for the French filled her as she sped up her pedalling, swerving around a corner – which earned her a loud ¡Uy, gilipollas! Oi, dumbass! from dishevelled man. Rina smirked, flexed her fingers and kept on rolling.
She ended up ditching her bici right across from a fancy jewellery shop that nearly had her mouth watering. She ducked inside and grinned, although the shopkeeper immediately fixed her with a glare, as if he knew what she was up to. Dios, she didn’t even look that scoundrelly! Qué fracasado… What a loser…
The shopkeeper’s hawklike stare meant Rina couldn’t even touch anything, so she stalked out of the shop, feeling mighty discouraged. However, the sound of drums and guitar made her lift her head – she fucking loved guitar. She hadn’t heard drums or bass since she’d been at school, so immediately, she made a beeline for the venue, a spot she’d frequented previously.
The waiter asked where her mamá was. Rina lifted her eyebrows, as if to say, ‘hell if I know’. She did decide to give the waiter something to work with, though. — A su trabajo, ¡obvio! At work, duh!
Everyone who knew her mamá knew her mamá was raising her right. After all, you couldn’t spend most of your days in a fancy hotel and be a total douchebag. So Rina got right in and started talking to one of the younger workers she recognised. The music was the most important thing, though; her gaze kept catching on the performers who were, quite sadly, ignored by a lot of the patrons. She arched an eyebrow at the guy, ready to ask what the fuck was up with the uncultured swine frequenting the taberna tavern, but she noticed someone who looked rather unfamiliar in a nearby seat.
It felt like a little string of fate was pulling her towards an interesting conversation. This weird guy who was apparently drinking juice had her intrigued, that was for sure. And like a cherry on the icing, or icing on the cake, whatever the idiom was, she hadn’t seen him around here ever. She plopped herself into the seat next to him and reclined, watching the music, waiting til he would notice her. And when he did, she’d pose two simple questions:
– ¿Quién ere’? Who are you (inf.)? – She smiled. – ¿Qué piensa’ de la música? What do you (inf. think of the music?
@Dennis Tumberton
| [pc] livia machavariani 'bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud.' |
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Dennis was on his 3rd or 4th juice by the time the band started playing again. If it hadn’t been just juice he could have been accused of having a problem.The second set started with a bang . The bass and drums laid down a funky syncopated groove while the guitar rifted over the vamp. It was, to Dennis’ novice ears, a toe tapping number as one might call it.
However, something, or rather someone, distracted him. A Girl, the Girl, sat down beside him. Dark frazzled hair, bomber jacket, and muddy boots from the rain. This was the single most coolest person Dennis was sure he had ever met. How did one even get a bomber jacket!? She must know how to fly planes! She could only be a few years younger than him but she held herself like she owned the place. She was either a vagabond or the proprietor’s daughter, there was nothing in-between for her and Dennis was instantly fascinated. He barely heard the music once she started talking and he was quite glad she did.
There was only one issue…he didn’t speak Spanish more than most Scots and the 13 year old was definitely not anticipating talking to anyone during this short layover. He did at least catch the word “music.” She must be asking something about it. But he couldn’t very well communicate with her, right? Well, he wasn’t fearless for no reason! Might as well try to make a friend!
Clearing his throat, Dennis leaned close to the newcomer and shouted a little too loud over the music in his clearest English, “D’ye ken to mus’, lass? A tin’ e mair me style! Fit’s ye tin aboot? (Do you know the music? I think it's more my style! What do you think about it?)” After whatever it was Dennis said to the poor girl he gave her his trademark grin and continued unabashedly, “Name’s Dennis Tumberton and ye shud ‘member that, lass! A’eest me ma and da, well, they be callin’ me Denners.”
He paused for a moment before remembering where he was. “Oh…um…m’ umber is Dennis, (My name is Dennis)” he said shakily still in a very thick Scottish accent. A strand of his red hair fell messily over his face. The boy blushed a little realizing she most likely didn’t understand him and he was now butchering her language. “Um..” He mutter as he pushed the hair out of his face. “La musicA es…Barry…er…increible. (This music is good)”
However, something, or rather someone, distracted him. A Girl, the Girl, sat down beside him. Dark frazzled hair, bomber jacket, and muddy boots from the rain. This was the single most coolest person Dennis was sure he had ever met. How did one even get a bomber jacket!? She must know how to fly planes! She could only be a few years younger than him but she held herself like she owned the place. She was either a vagabond or the proprietor’s daughter, there was nothing in-between for her and Dennis was instantly fascinated. He barely heard the music once she started talking and he was quite glad she did.
There was only one issue…he didn’t speak Spanish more than most Scots and the 13 year old was definitely not anticipating talking to anyone during this short layover. He did at least catch the word “music.” She must be asking something about it. But he couldn’t very well communicate with her, right? Well, he wasn’t fearless for no reason! Might as well try to make a friend!
Clearing his throat, Dennis leaned close to the newcomer and shouted a little too loud over the music in his clearest English, “D’ye ken to mus’, lass? A tin’ e mair me style! Fit’s ye tin aboot? (Do you know the music? I think it's more my style! What do you think about it?)” After whatever it was Dennis said to the poor girl he gave her his trademark grin and continued unabashedly, “Name’s Dennis Tumberton and ye shud ‘member that, lass! A’eest me ma and da, well, they be callin’ me Denners.”
He paused for a moment before remembering where he was. “Oh…um…m’ umber is Dennis, (My name is Dennis)” he said shakily still in a very thick Scottish accent. A strand of his red hair fell messily over his face. The boy blushed a little realizing she most likely didn’t understand him and he was now butchering her language. “Um..” He mutter as he pushed the hair out of his face. “La musicA es…Barry…er…increible. (This music is good)”
I spent much of my time trying to write his accent in cursive. :3
@Marina Alacrán (I can finally mention her!)
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Generally, when a kid entered any sort of local establishment alone, they at least knew how to communicate. That could be Spanish (however awful), or even body language (a thumbs up or a few rude gestures could get you places!). So, Rina had expected it to be pretty smooth, talking to this stranger. She eyed his juice for a moment, intrigued (and also thinking that a sparkling water would be way better, and wondering why she hadn't thought to order one).
The cool thing was that this kid was loud. He had spunk. If she hadn't been able to hear him over the music, she would've just stood up and left. She nodded, smiling, as if she'd understood him. Uh-huh, yeah! Totally!
Yeah, no. The cogs in her head were turning, but the little English she knew was not full of whatever accent he had. She heard 'lass', 'style' and 'boot'. She understood 'style' and 'boot'. Thinking he had complimented her cool outfit, her grin widened. — ¡Claro que sí! No duh. — she exclaimed sardonically, laughing.
Something something, Dennis Tumberton, something something. Sure sounded like a name. — Rina — was all she offered, and it was certainly not accompanied by a handshake as she listened to the tunes and also surveyed his juice once again. If he looked away for just long enough, maybe she could nick it... eh, well, it wasn't really worth it for just a glass of juice.
He introduced himself again, and then he blushed and quieted down, which was no fun at all. Rina beamed at him. — Ok, ¿y...? Okay, and...? — She refrained from shooting another sarcastic or profane expression at him. He then talked about music but pronounced it wrong, but really, that didn't matter as long as it was music. Gotta pick one's battles and all, yeah? — ¿Increíble? Qué sorpresa. Incredible? What a surprise. The sarcasm was back, but surely he wouldn't assume she was ill-tempered! Just having fun, that was all.
With a potential partner in crime, the strumming lost her attention in favour of a set of shiny keys someone had left at a nearby table. For just a moment, Rina was courteous enough to try to actually communicate in a way Dennis could understand. She elbowed him, smirked, and pointed as inconspicuously as she could at the keys. — Llaves, allí. Keys, over there. Narrowing her eyes, she scooted closer. — Voy a obtenerla'. Cuidame. I'm gonna get them. Watch out for me.
Rina had a feeling that whoever had left the keys had gone to the toilets, so she didn't have much time. With a swift motion, she snatched up the keys in her hand. If Dennis would let her, she would hook his arm through hers and tug him outside, slamming a few euros on the counter as payment, since she wasn't totally horrible.
If Dennis followed, she would start pressing buttons on the keys, unless stopped. Finally, lights would flash in an alley diagonally across from the tavern. The rain had mostly stopped, leaving a crisp chill in the air as Rina would attempt to beeline for the Vespa with a very irresponsible owner. — ¿Quiere' dar un paseo? — she tried, and then, in very horrible English, tried again. 'Er. Go vroom?' The vroom was more of a sound effect than anything else. She cranked her hand for good measure. Vroom vroom indeed. How the hell did you say conducir in English!? drive
Just in case Dennis had any qualms about going for a little ride, she'd add something to assuage that worry. — Vamo' a devolverla. La Vespa, quiero decir. We'll return it. The Vespa, I mean. — and, in butchered English, 'You, me, vroom.' She pointed at Dennis, then herself, then the Vespa. 'Y despué', 'ere. Don't want problems.' And later, here. The 'problems' sounded a bit more like 'problemas', but she was doing her best!
Rina cast a glance towards the establishment they'd just left, and then she stared at Dennis with a conspiratorial grin. — No minute. ¿Vienes conmigo? No time left. Are you coming with me?
@Dennis Tumberton
| [pc] livia machavariani 'bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud.' |
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
He was quite amazed that this girl really seemed to understand him! Not that he found himself difficult to understand, but she had yet to let on she didn’t speak English at all. He did catch that she was eyeing his drink with great interest. Did she want to have a try? He was about to offer when her attention seemed to go elsewhere. Dennis didn’t find this immediately odd as he also had the attention span of a nat at times. Her infectious grin as she appeared to sit up straighter, though he had no clue what she said, had him grinning as well. What a very happy and charming girl this was. The locals sure were a friendly lot!
As their time waned on, he learned her name was Rina and..that was really about it as they listened to the music. It didn’t take long for things to get interesting as Rina took bullish charge of the situation. First the elbow and then a flurry of words while nodding to a set of unoccupied Keyes. She gave him what registered as orders as she slunk over to the counter. Dennis didn’t realize what was happening until she…snatched them! Frantically, Dennis looked around to see if anyone saw.
The coast was clear but he never would have thought about taking something that belonged to a muggle. That felt like the equivalent of taking candy from a baby. After all, he had magic and…well…they didn’t. Come to think of it, he thought, as he moved his wand around restlessly trying to make sure it was well hidden, he didn’t actually know if this girl was a witch or a muggle herself! Best to be careful, though something told him careful wasn’t even in the same country as this Rina.
The observation about being careful and this young lady proved to be accurate because she most certainly wasn’t done yet!! The red head was now wondering what he got himself into, in a foreign country no less. The normally quick witted and charming Dennis Tumberton was the one who was whisked off his feet as the girl he now knew to be Rina inexplicably dragged him to his feet and out the door. He didn’t even get to finish his juice! At least this Rina had the good sense to pay, seems she wasn’t totally horrible.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist, and good thing for our Ravenclaw wonder, to figure out what the mischievous Spanish hooligan was up to. Grand theft auto on a vespa! Now, Dennis wasn’t an idiot, even though he had the common sense of a gnat, and he knew he shouldn’t interfere with anything muggle; however, something about the way she looked at him and that smile beckoned him to come despite whatever his conscience was telling him. “‘Ere Wii ga, lass, ‘nce maur uno te ‘reach” (Here we go, lass! Once more unto the breach!) Dennis said, hoping on behind her, and wrapping his arms around her securely. Oh the places he imagine they’d go. “Um…” he paused in that moment, “‘onda ‘sta vroom?” (His attempt at Where are we going?)
As their time waned on, he learned her name was Rina and..that was really about it as they listened to the music. It didn’t take long for things to get interesting as Rina took bullish charge of the situation. First the elbow and then a flurry of words while nodding to a set of unoccupied Keyes. She gave him what registered as orders as she slunk over to the counter. Dennis didn’t realize what was happening until she…snatched them! Frantically, Dennis looked around to see if anyone saw.
The coast was clear but he never would have thought about taking something that belonged to a muggle. That felt like the equivalent of taking candy from a baby. After all, he had magic and…well…they didn’t. Come to think of it, he thought, as he moved his wand around restlessly trying to make sure it was well hidden, he didn’t actually know if this girl was a witch or a muggle herself! Best to be careful, though something told him careful wasn’t even in the same country as this Rina.
The observation about being careful and this young lady proved to be accurate because she most certainly wasn’t done yet!! The red head was now wondering what he got himself into, in a foreign country no less. The normally quick witted and charming Dennis Tumberton was the one who was whisked off his feet as the girl he now knew to be Rina inexplicably dragged him to his feet and out the door. He didn’t even get to finish his juice! At least this Rina had the good sense to pay, seems she wasn’t totally horrible.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist, and good thing for our Ravenclaw wonder, to figure out what the mischievous Spanish hooligan was up to. Grand theft auto on a vespa! Now, Dennis wasn’t an idiot, even though he had the common sense of a gnat, and he knew he shouldn’t interfere with anything muggle; however, something about the way she looked at him and that smile beckoned him to come despite whatever his conscience was telling him. “‘Ere Wii ga, lass, ‘nce maur uno te ‘reach” (Here we go, lass! Once more unto the breach!) Dennis said, hoping on behind her, and wrapping his arms around her securely. Oh the places he imagine they’d go. “Um…” he paused in that moment, “‘onda ‘sta vroom?” (His attempt at Where are we going?)
@Marina Alacrán
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Rina saw the world as her oyster, open with a pearl waiting to be seized. And that was the thing– she would seize what she wanted, often barrelling through life without thinking of the consequences of her actions. Because, really, consequences, what were those? She'd never heard of those except in the lectures adults sometimes gave her, which were incredibly boring. One mention of consecuencias consequences and she'd zone out.
She was pleased to see that Dennis had followed her in her pursuit of fun, even if she now couldn't understand a word out of his mouth. At first she'd pegged him as British, but with how he was talking, maybe not? Had that even been English? Well, it certainly wasn't Spanish, at any rate. Rina gazed at him a moment longer, trying to make sure whatever he'd uttered wasn't in protest. Luckily, he just hopped on behind her! She fiddled with the ignition a bit before finally getting it right; although she'd zoomed around on motorised scooters, which seemed to have similar controls, those usually had just on-and-off switches and not an actual spot for the key.
Finally pleased she had the Vespa ready to go, Rina cranked the throttle. She only barely heard Dennis say something from behind her. It sounded like ¿está vroom? are you (formal) [vrooming]?, which should have been ¿estamos vroom? are we [vrooming]? because, duh, they were vrooming! She'd had no particular spot in mind, and to answer his question, all she could really think of was to smile and nod. — ¡Síp! Yep!
After navigating out of the street they were on and onto a wider road, Rina thought she'd very quickly gotten the hang of it. It really was just like a scooter, in her young mind. Yes, she was eleven. Yes, she knew only the vaguest thing about driving, but she thought she'd learned a lot from observing her dad and her friends in Cádiz, and also the Disney movie Luca. It really wasn't hard at all!
— Puessss, ¿a dónde quieres ir? Wellllll, where do you want to go? — She turned around a corner, glancing both ways as one ought to, and then tried to make the Vespa go faster by moving the throttle more. It ended up just making the ride a bit bumpy as she jerked her elbow. She gave up and decided this was enough.
A poster on a wall reminded her of a little old lady who liked to hand out galletas biscuits/cookies, and an idea struck her. — ¡Oh! Debemos ir a un parque. Hay uno que me encanta mucho y no es muy legos de aquí. Oh! We should go to a park. There's one I really like and it's not super far from here.
As much as she was quite the pushy kid, she would leave the floor open to any suggestions from Dennis, although it was unlikely she'd understand what he meant by them. Nonetheless, she was curious.
@Dennis Tumberton
| [pc] livia machavariani 'bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud.' |
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Muggles were very weird beings. This was the only conclusion for the red head. He had never actually formally interacted with muggles besides in shops, in passing, or the neighbors that gave his family strange looks constantly. However, with how much they didn’t know how their own gadgets worked, he wasn’t at all sure why he always looked weird to them. It was definitely the other way around and this muggle girl was no different! Even he knew that the key goes in the hole, but being a very talented guy, he of course knew how to put lots of different keys in various holes. At this point he had hoped she had already pegged him - one could certainly hope, and Dennis, our favorite promiscuous boy certainly did - as being British but he had no way of communicating that. He wasn’t very familiar with vespas but even he could have figured out how to start the muggle device. He could only shake his head as she finally figured out how to start the vehicle.
And away they went! It was jerky at first, and balancing was weird for both of them but it wasn’t hard to get the hang of it as they vroomed this way and zoomed that way. This Rina attempted to go faster, which only resulted in her elbowing him in the ribs as he hung on. Dennis gave a grunt and held on tighter, paying no mind to her previous question as he didn’t have the foggiest of clues what she was saying.
However, her next phrase he recognized the word park and he was already quite impressed with how well Toledo kept their public spaces. A park sounded quite lovely actually. He had, though, expected a bit more hijinks from the girl who stole a scooter. He made a note he should keep his expectations lower. “Si,” he said bobbing his head against her shoulder as they made their way through the city. “Park.” Perhaps there was still a chance they might find a moment to actually understand each other. Or perhaps this would just be a singular moment that Dennis would remember for the rest of his life!
Once they reached the park, with shaky legs, Dennis dismounted the vespa first so that he wouldn’t fall off when she got off and held his hand to help her. “That was wild! I’ve never done such a thing with a muggle…er…another ‘person’!” Muggles…counted as “people” right?
And away they went! It was jerky at first, and balancing was weird for both of them but it wasn’t hard to get the hang of it as they vroomed this way and zoomed that way. This Rina attempted to go faster, which only resulted in her elbowing him in the ribs as he hung on. Dennis gave a grunt and held on tighter, paying no mind to her previous question as he didn’t have the foggiest of clues what she was saying.
However, her next phrase he recognized the word park and he was already quite impressed with how well Toledo kept their public spaces. A park sounded quite lovely actually. He had, though, expected a bit more hijinks from the girl who stole a scooter. He made a note he should keep his expectations lower. “Si,” he said bobbing his head against her shoulder as they made their way through the city. “Park.” Perhaps there was still a chance they might find a moment to actually understand each other. Or perhaps this would just be a singular moment that Dennis would remember for the rest of his life!
Once they reached the park, with shaky legs, Dennis dismounted the vespa first so that he wouldn’t fall off when she got off and held his hand to help her. “That was wild! I’ve never done such a thing with a muggle…er…another ‘person’!” Muggles…counted as “people” right?
@Marina Alacrán
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
After skidding to a stop, Rina disembarked from the Vespa, put down the kick-stand and stretched. She rolled out her shoulders, cringing a bit at the collar of her jacket bunching up against her chin, and then shook out her legs. Driving was hard! After reaching from side to side, she cast a long glance around the park. Even in the on-and-off drizzle, some vendors had brought out their carts, and some of the more permanent stalls were open, although Rina had no desire to sit at them. She looked back to Dennis and grinned. — Voy a darte un recorrido. Hay tanta comida aquí. I'm going to give you a tour. There's so much food here. — she said.
Then, she paused. What if he didn't like Spanish food? He didn't look Spanish, and he didn't speak Spanish, after all. — ¿Te gusta la comida, sí? You like food, right? — she asked, placing her hands on her hips. — Como buñuelo', empanada'... uhh... churro', sardina'. Y má'. Tenemo' algo así como veinte minuto' para probar todo. Like buñuelos, empanadas, uhhh, churros, sardines. And more. We've got like 20 minutes to try it all.
Hopefully, Dennis had heard of some of that!
Rina would gasp excitedly and point at an old lady who stood behind a stall. An umbrella protected her from the drizzle. — Esta vieja ama dar galleta' a los niño'. Dulce' y demá'. Ven, ¡necesita' probarla'! This old lady loves to give biscuits/cookies to kids. Sweets and the like. Come on, you need to try them!
She would attempt to tug Dennis along – she didn't really care whether he wanted sweets or not, since she wanted sweets and that was what mattered. She would give him a small look, like, 'are you coming or not?' before attempting to scurry over to the old woman.
@Dennis Tumberton
| [pc] livia machavariani 'bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud.' |
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Our ginger wonder forget that this girl doesn’t appear to speak a lick of English as she got off the vespa herself and stretched. Whether she was a wizard or a muggle, the chances she even understood what he was implying wouldn’t have mattered as she seemed bound and determined to show him around the park.
If there was one thing that didn’t need introduction to Dennis, it was definitely food. One could be confident the boy would never starve no matter what country he was in! She tugged him along and she was wrapped up in her own explanations of what he could only guess was giving him a tour. However, as they walked along, Dennis just pointed at the tastiest things he could find. A churro there. An empanada there! He’d point, they’d hold up their hands, he’d pay them. It was a time honored system of bartering that the Ravenclaw spoke fluently! By the time she tugged him to pull him closer to a sweets cart he had, what would appear suddenly perhaps to the girl, acquired quite the eclectic arm full of treats.
He grinned at her as she looked back at him. But her look said just follow her. He shrugged. He enjoyed the ride so far! When they made it to the sweets cart he looked from his arms to Rina to the lady and back to his arms. With yet another shrug, he plopped a churro in his mouth as if it was a hand and pointed to one of the sweets in the cart looking at Rina. “Let’s try this one!” Is what he would have said but it came out as “mmmsss mrmmm mmmmssss mmmnnn”
If there was one thing that didn’t need introduction to Dennis, it was definitely food. One could be confident the boy would never starve no matter what country he was in! She tugged him along and she was wrapped up in her own explanations of what he could only guess was giving him a tour. However, as they walked along, Dennis just pointed at the tastiest things he could find. A churro there. An empanada there! He’d point, they’d hold up their hands, he’d pay them. It was a time honored system of bartering that the Ravenclaw spoke fluently! By the time she tugged him to pull him closer to a sweets cart he had, what would appear suddenly perhaps to the girl, acquired quite the eclectic arm full of treats.
He grinned at her as she looked back at him. But her look said just follow her. He shrugged. He enjoyed the ride so far! When they made it to the sweets cart he looked from his arms to Rina to the lady and back to his arms. With yet another shrug, he plopped a churro in his mouth as if it was a hand and pointed to one of the sweets in the cart looking at Rina. “Let’s try this one!” Is what he would have said but it came out as “mmmsss mrmmm mmmmssss mmmnnn”
@Marina Alcarán
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
When in Toledo...Pretend You Have Family
Maybe one day, Rina would grow to be less pushy, would understand others' wishes needed to be heard, as her mamá often told her... but it was in her nature, or so she thought, to be a free spirit, to go where the wind took her, regardless of whether or not actual human hands were pulling her one way or another. That didn't mean that she didn't care about this Dennis guy – she still wasn't sure if she was pronouncing that right in her head. In fact, he was one of the first people she'd come across that was actually outgoing and cool instead of too reserved. Not that she didn't appreciate some of the people at her new school, but the vibe was just so uptight.
But! It was break, and she was having a blast with this foreigner. So school didn't matter. Magic, as far as Rina was concerned, didn't have to exist when she was in Toledo.
Besides, it seemed that her newfound friend was quickly acclimating to the park's offerings. Rina gave him a toothy grin upon seeing his bartering skills. Oh, yeah, this was someone she wanted to keep in touch with. She'd have to ask if he had a phone before he left. If not, maybe, just maybe, she'd stoop to actually hand-writing letters – ew! What an idea!
Rina might not have understood any English, but she understood the talk of someone with a full mouth perfectly well. Her own cheeks were stuffed with buñuelos, which she was happily munching on. She didn't bother to try to swallow before replying, 'Okay,' which came out more as 'Oay'. With the combined pointing at the sweet in question, the lady behind the cart was easily able to discern what the children wanted, and she handed them two particularly large biscuits. — ¡G'a'ia'! Gracias/Thank you — Rina exclaimed through a full mouth, pushing some money onto the cart before readying herself to scurry away with the hoard.
'Goo',' Good she acknowledged, referring to Dennis's taste in food. It was only fitting that Rina would have good taste in friends! She would attempt to elbow him good-naturedly, her smile only widening as the rain began to abate. — ¡Por fin! — Finally! she exclaimed after swallowing a large chomp of biscuit. She pushed her damp bangs back from her face and glanced back at the Vespa. She wasn't sure exactly how long it had been since they'd left the little taberna, but as much as she liked to get into mischief, she didn't think getting into actual, real trouble would be a fun way to end their escapade. She had to make a good impression, after all, and Barbie-Ken style mugshots weren't exactly that. Alas. Rina was sure they would've rocked those photos.
Still pondering that, she made sure her mouth was empty before she tried to speak again. 'Go vroom more?' she asked. To clarify, she added, — ¿a la taberna, para devolver la moto? — to the tavern
@Dennis Tumberton
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